One of those evenings when you just know something is going to happen. A nice showery day, lots of lovely clouds, a good breeze and an 8:30 sunset. Pork Hill, the perfect place to go. A pause to let a large herd of ponies take the track. Fabulous visibility, so gently up to Middle where a 'wild' camper was failing to inflate. Onward to Great. Signs of a shower heading our way, way out west - but, seemingly making no progress. On to Roos to find a bit of shelter from the incoming rain. And then it happened, slowly at first, just a bit of vertical rainbow, and then the full effect, brighter and brighter. Time for a quick snap, find a suitable rock for a pic and, out of nowhere, a completely soaked bloke arrived and took our picture. How lucky can you get? All cold and wet by now, quite the novelty. Down to the workings and on to Beckamoor Dip where lots of ponies were gathered. Plenty of grass there and a few puddles in the dew pond. So, maybe for the first time, a chance to stand on the island. Up to Cox for the sunset and down the wide, wide track. All brown grass here, not a blade for the ponies. Back to the cars to put on the heater to warm up. On to the Whitty in good time where we were treated to a bloke at the bar demonstrating golf swings to a young lady and she responded by teaching him how to play polo - you couldn't make it up.
What a truly fabulous evening!